Alora’s POV Rune allowed me to rot in that wretched dungeon for two more agonising days. Each passing hour felt like an eternity, every second of which fueled the fury burning within me. I’d always known he was a monster, but this—this was something else. This was cruelty of the most calculated kind, and with each tick of the clock, my hatred for him grew like a relentless storm, threatening to consume me whole. The thought of him made my blood boil. I imagined tearing him limb from limb, savouring the image of feeding him to the rogues that he so despised. It was the only thing that brought me any solace in that dark, suffocating cell. Sienna. Was she being treated kindly? Or was she experiencing Rune’s twisted version of kindness, the kind that felt like a knife in the gut when you least expected it? But there were no answers, only more questions. Something about Sienna is off. I can feel it. I should have felt it since that day. I was lying on the floor when I h
Alora’s POV I waited the next morning, fully expecting someone to come and drag me back to the palace. After all, I had submitted, hadn’t I? What more could he possibly want? The hours stretched on, and no one came. With every tick of the clock, my anger grew, bubbling up from a deep well of frustration. Why was he doing this? Hadn't he humiliated me enough? Maybe this was his way of further degrading me, making me wallow in the filth of the dungeon for just a bit longer, to break me even more. When the door finally creaked open, I tensed, ready for whatever fresh torment awaited me. But it wasn’t a guard or some cruel order. Instead, they brought me food, not the usual stale bread and water, but a real meal, a homemade meal. The smell alone made my mouth water, my stomach growling in response. It was the kind of food that reminded me of home, of times when things were simpler, before everything became a living nightmare. Without a second thought, I wolfed it down, shov
Rune’s POVWatching Alora through the screen as she moved around the room, I couldn’t help but smirk. Even now, she refused to completely submit. The defiance was still there, buried under layers of fear and exhaustion, but it was there nonetheless. She had removed the white lingerie the maid begged her to wear, opting instead for a simple sundress from the armchair. The act of defiance was almost laughable, she still thought she had a say in anything that happened here. She doesn’t but I don’t want to push her too far today. The room she was in wasn’t just any room in the dungeon. It was my secret, a place I had built years ago when I needed somewhere to retreat from everything and everyone. A small, hidden space where I could be alone, undisturbed. No one knew about it, not even my closest confidants. But now, Alora had been brought there, and the secret was out. It was no longer my private sanctuary; it was her new prison.With a deep breath, I rose from my chair, leaving the s
Rune’s POV I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her skin as I kissed up and down her ear, savouring the way she shuddered beneath my touch. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, meant to remind her of the connection that still pulsed between us, no matter how much she tried to deny it. Her breath hitched when I reached the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, where her pulse fluttered wildly. I let my lips linger there, feeling the rapid beat of her heart, savouring the mix of defiance and undeniable desire coursing through her. Slowly, I trailed my lips down the curve of her neck, taking my time, knowing exactly where to press to make her body respond despite herself. Her scent—sweet honey mixed with a hint of fear—intoxicated me, made me crave more. I imagined marking her there, claiming her once and for all. The thought sent a possessive thrill through me, one I knew I would act on eventually, but not just yet. There was still so much more of her to explore, to conquer. As
Alora’s POV The humiliation burned deep. The fact that Rune, of all people, was spanking me at my big age was beyond degrading. Even when we were younger, he never stooped to such levels. We fought, we argued, but he never crossed that line. And now, as an adult, with the strength and independence I had built over the years, he dared to do this? It was infuriating, and the sting on my skin was nothing compared to the sting of my pride. But what made it all worse, what twisted the knife he had plunged into my dignity, was the undeniable fact that I was wet. So wet that I could feel it dripping down, soaking through the thin fabric of my dress, and onto his trousers. It was as if my body was no longer my own, responding to his touch, his dominance, in ways I couldn't control. And then, as if to make it all worse, he slowly, deliberately, dipped his fingers into the wetness between my thighs, gathering it up before spreading it over my ass. The sensation was maddening, b
Rune’s POVI finally released Alora, allowing her to slide off my lap. Her eyes burned with defiance, and the flush across her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. As I rose from the bed, I could feel her gaze burning into my back, no doubt trying to decipher my next move. I took a few steps toward the secret door, the one no one but I knew about until recently. Pausing, I turned back to face her.“If you think you have more control over your body than I do, then prove it. Don’t pleasure yourself behind my back,” I said, my tone a mix of challenge and warning.I watched her face flush an even deeper shade of red, clearly recalling the time I had caught her in the bathroom. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, one I knew she hadn’t allowed herself since.Her expression hardened, and with a tilt of her chin, she shot back, “I won’t. Don’t flatter yourself by thinking you have that much power over me.”I chuckled at her words, the sound low and taunting. Her defiance was both infuriatin
Alora’s POV The discomfort between my thighs was a slow-burning torment, an ache that grew stronger with every passing second. Rune had dared me not to touch myself, to hold back and resist, as if I would ever stoop so low as to obey him. But the truth, the brutal truth that I hated to admit, was that I wanted to. I wanted to cum so badly I could barely think straight, the need pulsing through me with an intensity that nearly made me scream.Damn him. Damn him for doing this to me, for leaving me on the edge and then daring me not to seek relief. I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms, trying to focus on anything other than the throbbing between my legs. But it was no use. The scent of my arousal was thick in the air, inescapable, and it made my body hum with a need that I couldn’t ignore.Was it the pregnancy? Was that why everything felt so overwhelming, why the urge to find release was so powerful it bordered on pain? Or was it just him, the way he knew exactly ho
Rune’s POVI spent the rest of the day in my study, the soft glow of the monitors casting long shadows across the room as I watched her. There were other tasks demanding my attention—piles of paperwork that needed my signature, alliances with other packs that had to be secured, lucrative businesses waiting for my investment. Yet, none of them mattered as much as this. As much as watching her.She lay on the bed, the tray of breakfast cleared away, a contented look on her face as she settled in with one of the romance novels I’d had brought to her. I watched her eyes dart across the pages, her expression shifting with every turn of the plot. At times, she smiled softly, lost in a world far removed from the one I’ve trapped her in. She closed the book once, a grin spreading across her face, as if pondering the possibilities within those pages. That grin, it made something dark and twisted stir inside me, a mix of possessiveness and desire. MINE. She giggled at one point, the sound